Evil Genius: Chap. 3
On to the Story:
The day went on as usual. Shikamaru didn't have to suffer through Hidan's presence much, since he seemed to have almost no classes with him or that he didn't show up until the last few minutes of the class.
He may not see it, but Hidan just stared at the sleeping form whenever he was in the room. Sometimes he would glare, only if Shikamaru caught him. It was a good thing Shikamaru didn't notice the stares, yet.
When that day became night, Shikamaru had went to sleep early. Usually teenagers always stayed up so late, especially on a Friday, but Shikamaru was getting a headache from trying to sort everything out. It was an odd thing for him to do, but he was curious, even though he won't admit it, as to why Hidan was now sitting not just near him, but next to him.
It could be possible that Hidan wanted to get him alone and hurt him for the other night, but that wasn't exactly tangible. Hidan would deal with people that he hated instantly, no matter where or who they were with. Shikamaru had once witnessed Hidan beat up a guy on the football team with the rest of the team there. Yes, there had been blood, but mostly from the team.
Shikamaru shuddered once, and now he had the maniac on his back. He stared at the ceiling in his room. He can't get you now. Shikamaru thought tiredly. It was Friday after all.
His brown eyes opened to darkness yet again. His gaze stayed on the clock as he read the time. Three in the morning.
He groaned, burying his head in his hands. He tried to hold in a yawn, but it came out anyway. He adjusted himself, reaching the warmest spot. The warmth made his eyes flutter closed. As he was about to drift off, he felt something that was wrapped around his stomach.
His eyes snapped open. He knew that wasn't his hand. He turned his head to see a silhouette beside him. He opened his mouth, but a hand covered it. "Don't," a voice hissed. He knew that voice, vaguely, but nonetheless.
Shikamaru squirmed to get free, but it was futile. As he tried to get the hands off him, he realized something. The dream of someone hugging him was not a dream at all, but reality. He shook his head. It couldn't be. It must be a dream..?
This time Shikamaru was awaken by the sunlight. Cautiously, he turned to find his bed empty. He sighed in slight relief; he was just being paranoid. Hidan couldn't have been in his house. How would he even find it, let alone get into it somehow?
A light smile ghosted across his lips until he heard water running in his bathroom. It sounded like his shower. He was the only who had a bathroom attached to his room, which Ino had screamed at him about it.
She let it go when she realized that Shikamaru wouldn't get in her way of the other bathroom. He jumped to his feet and went over to the window. Choji's car was still there. Thank you Ino and her constant annoying habits! He never been this happy to see the car in the driveway.
"See ya later, Shika," Choji's voice called through his door.
Shikamaru started to turn, but hands grabbed hold of him again, one holding his hands behind his back and another one inconveniently placed over his mouth. He met the purple eye's of his captor. It was all true; Hidan has been in the house for at least two nights.
Ino yelled from further away. "Just leave him, he's probably asleep." Then, Shikamaru heard a door shut and watched as his friends got into the car and went down the street. As soon as the car was out of sight, he was released.
Shikamaru made his way down the stairs. On the outside, he remained calm, but on the inside, his brain was working up all the possible outcomes of this day, most of them with him in a body bag.
Shikamaru now sat down at the table, scowling at a cup in his hand, long empty.
"Do you ever have any other fucking type of other emotion?" Hidan glared at the boy's face. "You either have that annoyed one or you're with that bored-as-fuck face." His eyes studied Shikamaru who just stood without gazing at the other.
Shikamaru threw some leftovers in the microwave and put it on. It would take a bit, since he was too lazy to defrost it beforehand. He rubbed his temples. "I have a reason for being 'annoyed.'" He was more than annoyed. Bing. He reached for the button to open the microwave, but the food was already gone. He glowered at the one that now had his food.
Hidan had finished in a matter of seconds, causing the Nara to blink a little. He could eat. Shikamaru decided to make something else, but just as it finished Hidan stated. "It tasted like shit."
"Then don't eat it next time." Shikamaru placed his food on the counter, glancing at the silver-haired boy for the second time since he had followed Shikamaru down the stairs. He wanted him to leave, but he didn't want to order him straight out. Instead, he questioned. "Don't you have a house?"
Hidan shrugged, playing with the fork on the plate.
Shikamaru sighed, exasperated. "Why are you here?" No response once again. This was getting on his nerves. This was his house, well partially, and Hidan wasn't even invited to stay. "Can you just leave?" He immediately knew that was a bad thing to say, since Hidan stood up and approached him.
Shikamaru backed up, eyes widened just a bit. Hidan suddenly laughed. "There's the emotion I'm looking for." He was now upon the slightly shorter boy. "What's that you said about 'a reason for being annoyed'?"
Shikamaru didn't enjoy waking up to someone spooning him, that's why. He must have accidentally spoke his mind, since Hidan smirked at him. "I wasn't spooning you; I was sleeping. There's a difference... Unless, you thought it was romantic."
Shikamaru instantly narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore his close proximity and comment. He went to move away, but he happened to trip over Hidan's foot. He concluded that he'd end up face-first on the ground. Actually, he would have preferred it over Hidan catching him.
Hidan grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and drew him close, nose mere inches from Shikamaru's. "What else do you hide?"
Shikamaru went bright red, especially when a hand went to his back and pushed his body flush against Hidan's.